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I am so full of so much and every direction looks the same to me. Spitting distances.
I want to have the power to send one little byte of noise and color to any person I want at will, lasting less than a second, unseen or heard by anyone else who may be in the area, feeling like a moth flying in your face and tasting like a bit of lemon and a new book. This would fare better than a printed kitten in a basket who claims he or she is thinking of you. It would do better than most words ever could. Like people you care a lot about, words you care a lot are always in danger of disappointing you, not by their own nature, but by the nature of your own expectations of their innate capabilities. Ha ha. I made one of those.
I am so full of so much and I don't know what to do with it. The cowboys are old news, the rude boys too: Where did all the people go?
I want to have the power to send one little byte of noise and color to any person I want at will, lasting less than a second, unseen or heard by anyone else who may be in the area, feeling like a moth flying in your face and tasting like a bit of lemon and a new book. This would fare better than a printed kitten in a basket who claims he or she is thinking of you. It would do better than most words ever could. Like people you care a lot about, words you care a lot are always in danger of disappointing you, not by their own nature, but by the nature of your own expectations of their innate capabilities. Ha ha. I made one of those.
I am so full of so much and I don't know what to do with it. The cowboys are old news, the rude boys too: Where did all the people go?